Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Okay, this month is not going to be relaxing. Simple really, I eat nothing from the sea. I found out a few weekends ago, it's weird that I grew up at the beach and don't like swimming with fish. Yes, I know they're there, I just don't acknowledge or look for them...in fact I'm out of water the minute I notice the slimmy things. Although I did love swimming with the cutie and a friendly giant turtle who decided he liked our lazy body surfing ways and joined us.

This months three boats have me thinking there's lots of fish around here - but the water is tempting, looks nice and cool. Maybe if I ignore the...did I mention I do a fabulous Flipper impersonation? And when the dolphins and whales come by, it's wonderful, oh and the seals...okay, I'm working with the positives here...

Not too long ago I did a TT on what was happening 30 years ago, during the summer of 1977 when Punk Rock ruled in the US and UK. Well, let's go back a little further still, say 40 years to 1967 and the Summer of Love!

1. San Francisco
2. Haight-Ashbury - been here recently and, while I wasn't there back in during its heigh day, I have a feeling it's much more commercial now. However, there is a lovely cafe called The Pork Shop - a must try if you can handle the lines to get in.
3. Monterey Pop Festival
4. Himi Hendrix - the best rendition of the US national anthem EVER!
5. Janis Joplin
6. Free Love
7. Flower Power
8. Timothy Leary - oddly enough, there's a spot in my hometown where rumor has it he set up a couple of teepees and people went out there to drop out [take LSD]. Don't know if it really happened, but everytime I drive around the big bend in the canyon I look over to that spot and wonder about this.
9. Drugs
10. Hippies
11. Long hair
12. Jesus shoes
13. Peace

An interesting period of time in the US - and how odd this period and the summer Punk ruled were exactly ten years apart. These two periods couldn't be more different from each other, but I have to wonder, if ten years separated these two, what will be happening in 2017?

Up until two weeks ago he’d never seen her before, now she was here every morning drinking a cup of something hot when he came down. The first couple of days it felt odd to share the beach with another person, now he looked forward to seeing her tow blonde head as he hit the sand. There was a glow about her that turned his head away from the surf and toward sex.

While he sat out in the water on his board, trying to ignore his hard-on and find a peaceful place to start the day, more often than not he’s found himself thinking about her. His wild imagination has attached all sorts of things to her, but when he came back in, none of it seemed to fit.

Besides feeling like his body was high jacked by his libido, there were another thing that was odd about her. On some mornings she appeared to be a child, maybe a teen, while other times it seemed more likely she was in her twenties. This only made him more curious about her.

Who was she? Why was she here so early in the morning? What did she really look like? He knew she was blonde and had intense green eyes, but that was about it. She never stood up when he was looking and was always gone by the time he got out. Instead she sat there, with her arms crossed around her legs, holding them against her chest. Usually she wore a sweatshirt and shorts, so he has seen her shins, but nothing else.

This morning he made his way down the path to the private cove and as he came out of the last bend, he looked up and smiled. There she was. Today he was determined to find out some answers to his questions.

Following his usual path, he was almost upon her when she looked up, smiling at him as she always did. He nodded, but instead of continuing on, he walked over to join her. Laying his board down on the sand, he sat down and put his hand out to shake hers.

“Hi, I’m Mark.”

Wow, the touch of her hand in his went straight down to his dick, making it throb with immediate need for attention. This was a connection like he’s never had before. He didn’t want to drop it, but he wanted, no needed, her to touch him - all over. Waiting for her to answer, he fell further into her gaze. The orbs sparkled and, like a riptide, pulled him closer to her.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Today is the blonde amazon's birthday - enjoy, and ummm, how old are you again?!?

And, it's also the Dark Ice Goddess' - Selene Illyria and she's celebrating big time, sharing the day with everyone. So I suggest you head over to her blog and participate - she has some great prizes on offer :-) It runs from July 6th so hurry up!

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Well, it's been an interesting month...don't ask me where it went because I've been under the weather and slow in making it back up to snuff. What does this mean? When the cutie hasn't been taking him here and there, I've been on the couch reading. Now, if you've read this blog at all, you know I promised my nephew I'd start and finish the Harry Potter series in time to pick up the last one once it's released. Thus far, I'm a third of the way through the 4th so think I'll make it - or be very close.

Anyway, delaying the inevitable edits, I took the Hogwarts Sorting Hat test and wouldn't you know it - I'm Hufflepuff! Not firmly though, because while I was a 91 for the Huffs, I was 88 for Gryffyndor and 81 for Raveclaw...Slytherin was a mere 30 so no chance of that one.

There are others like Beach Boys, Gidget, the smell of zinc oxide [childhood memory, sunscreen has moved on], bonfires, oh and roasting marshmallows. Actually they are all obvious for me, but what about you? What says summer to you?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Everybody in my family knows it, friends do, the cutie most definitely does, and yet, I just took part in a cookbook. Seriously! And yes, it has recipes for real food! Anyway, yesterday I received my copy in the mail and there it is, pages 168-169:

Poor Man Taco's by Tilly Greene

Order a copy and try it out...all the proceeds go toward supporting the "troop project".

Monday, June 11, 2007

30 years ago this summer Punk Rock ruled in the US and UK. Here are 13 things from this wild time.

1. Sex Pistols
2. The Clash - a timeless band!
3. Ramones
4. Buzzcocks
5. Vivienne Westwood's bondage pants - hmmm, I'm thinking these should show up in one of my stories - maybe somewhere in the 'A Fashion for Passion and Bondage' series!
6. The Mohawk
7. Piercings
8. "God Save the Queen"
9. Dr Marten Boots - have the shoes but no steel caps [the cutie does and if he forgets and wears them to the airport, the bells are ringing!]
10. Safety Pins
11. Tartan
12. British Flag - did you know there is a right side up to this flag? If it's upside down, you're in distress, but what if you don't know which way is up?
13. Anarchy

Not too long ago I listed my singles collection, filled with obscure punkers, but this one is in the album collection. Alvin is cool!

There was something about him, something both dangerous and mysterious that drew her to watch for him. Every morning he paddled out beyond the break and sat on his board looking west while she sat on the shore looking in the same direction.

They didn't know each other, although, like her, she assumed he was here waiting for the big wave season to start. And, apparently, they also had in common the enjoyment of the peace found on the sand first thing. By ten this place will be hopping, but she liked the quiet and it seemed he did as well.

For the past two weeks she'd walk down here to start the day with a cup of coffee and in a calm state of mind. She was usually here about ten minutes before the buff surfer would stride by. From day one it's played out the same way, him looking in her direction with a small smile and a nod, but no words, on his way into the water. Her bladder always managed to shift her from her place before he came back in, so that was there routine.

She wondered what he was like. Was he smart, could he hold a conversation, or was he all about the next wave. Did he have a deep voice? Or was he foreign and spoke with an accent? She hoped he didn't have one of those stupid lazy drawls that wave rider wanna be's adopt, thinking it's cool.

If he did then she knew it would kill the lust he inspired. She wasn't shallow or easy, but this man pushed all her buttons and she'd like to give him a ride. Run her hands over his hard chest, down his sides and around to hold on to his taught ass. Or to feel those strong arms wrap around her and hold her close to him...feel his hard-on press against her belly.

From what she'd seen thus far, his cock was impressive beneath his board shorts, so naked it had to be awesome! She felt her nipples harden and a throb start to beat low in her pussy just thinking about getting down to fulfilling some serious lust-filled fantasies with her silent surfer.

Taking a sip from her cup, she felt the positive vibe for the day start to build. Maybe today everything will be different.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Okay, I've been ill this week, but here is something that made me laugh...enjoy!

Never Argue with a Woman:

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.

Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"

"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")

"You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her.

"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading."

"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."

"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.

"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.

"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."

"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.